To the Bottom of the Sea

Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took.
He say, “no storm is stoppin’ me!”
He made fricassee of a sea anemone.
Down at the bottom of the sea.

I turned to my first officer and I said,
“What have you got to say to me?”
Well, he turned and said, “I’m in over my head.”
Down at the bottom of the sea.
A she-Kraken, lurkin’ under my men,
Looked up at their legs hungrily.
She counted eight so she thought she found a mate.
Down at the bottom of the sea.

They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught
‘Cause she just wouldn’t set ‘em free.
She had them taught in a tight sailor’s knot.
Down at the bottom of the sea.
Some men call to God,
When their number’s up.
Some cry for their mums.
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!

Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft.
His story don’t end happily.
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eyes.
Down at the bottom of the Sea.
Down at the bottom was treasure galore,
But guarding it so greedily was
An angry horde of skeletons with
swords. Down at the bottom of the sea.

Some men call to God,
When their number’s up.
Some cry for their mums.
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
Down at the bottom of the…
We’re at the bottom of the…
Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazy-assed fish
Dwellin’, between the devil and the deep blue sea.

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